Turpitude

Shrill, high strings relentlessly race against time as the drums pound out the chasing intensity, layering with huge brass swells and deep synth blasts; driving orchestra tells the story: our hero must find a way out - and SOON - or all will be lost.

Duma State

A dark pad layers under a serious piano motif, setting a contemplative and emotional intro; strings layer in as the drama unfolds, swelling up with ticking, lush full orchestra and a bold brass theme to a huge climax.

Traducement

A tense piano intro plays a darkly innocent intro leading to driving strings, an insistent synth pulse, slamming drums building the deadly charge towards a bold anti-heroic hybrid orchestral and brass-led back end as time runs out.

Aspersion

Mysterious, chiming synths and bells with dangerous, low pads and brass blasts layer with insistent, anticipatory string ostinatos, building with relentless time and pounding drums as the brass drives the huge drama to a dark build.

Marble Caves

Swirling, reversed pads and a ticking clock set a mysterious, dramatic atmosphere as acoustic guitar plucks layer in over suspenseful piano, pounding drum hits and tense FX, building with urgent, driving strings and brass.

Waiting for Never

Unsettling brass sounds like animal cries set a tense intro; suspenseful string drones layer in until a dark pulse takes over with scratching FX and rhythmic percussion for a chaotic, disturbing outro.

Rememory

Emotional piano and mysterious, futuristic pulsing synths layer with a steady ticking; lush strings add poignant drama to the true crime investigation, building with driving insistence to a serious and important climax.

Can't Go Back

Dark, brooding piano intro, ticking and ominous, with low cellos and chiming guitars, and a gritty synth bass; elegant strings and somber brass create an emotional motif over pounding, stately percussion and lush choir, leading to a massive back end

The Dance of Death

Scratchy textures flick across an ominous drone, while a tuneless violin scrapes a mysterious, creepy march; deep booms and a dark bass line anchor an accelerating rhythm, building to an intense climax

At the End of the Hallway

Deep, echoing footsteps and glitchy textures skitter over low rumbles and an ominous cello drone; creepy, scraping strings scratch and buzz, building with tension and anticipation, with layer upon layer of shrill, relentless evil

Begging Won't Help You Now

The distant bell tolls while a creepy bed of low drones and trembling strings pan around, creating bleak mystery and tension; time is up for the wretched mortal souls, as their pulse pounds stronger and certain, unkind death creeps ever closer.